There was a dead silence in Weiyang's palace.
The attendant couldn't help but raise his head to look at Wenxian. After seeing what he looked like at this time, his body shook violently, and then immediately lowered his head.
The beauty in Xueyi was expressionless.
Blue veins appeared on the slender and white fingers, and the tea cup he held in his hand was broken, with traces of blood in it.
The attendant trembled and persuaded: "Fengjun, this majesty is a woman after all, and there are three thousand beauties in the harem. It is a matter of course to summon the fortunate empress. Don't take it too seriously..."
"Get out."
The cold voice sounded, quenching the coldness of ice and snow.
The attendant slipped away in relief.
Wen Xian sat there for a long time, motionless, his whole body was like an ice sculpture, and he muttered, "What should be the matter?"
"No, Ji Lan, I am willing to accompany you to make trouble, but it does not mean that there can be a third person between us."
He shook the fragments of the teacup on his hands, took a handkerchief and wiped it casually, then pressed it on the wound, as if he didn't feel the slightest pain, his brows didn't wrinkle.
...
Yaohua Palace.
An Zixuan was already bathed in incense and cleansed, lying on the bed, wearing a gauze that was as thin as a cicada's wings, posing in a charming posture.
Fu Yue, who had just come over hungry to prepare for dinner, was confused and led to An Zixuan's bedroom by the attendant.
Then I saw the scene of the spicy eyes in front of me.
"..."
Fu Yue twitched the corners of her lips, turned to her side, raised her hand against her lips, coughed lightly, and said, "I haven't eaten dinner yet, An Shijun put on your clothes first... Don't catch a cold. "
Finished.
Fu Yue turned around and left, as if there was a ghost chasing her behind her. She moved quickly, almost failing to maintain her cold and noble image.
An Zixuan who was thrown on the bed: "..."
You resentful face, crying.
Although resentful, An Zixuan honestly put on his clothes and went out to accompany Fu Yue for dinner, and did not act as a demon anymore.
This meal Fu Yue tastes like chewing wax.
There is no other reason.
It's just because there was a man who kept scratching his head and winking at her and thought he was very attractive.
The female emperor squeezed the hand of the chopsticks, her white forehead jumped, and a hard-squeezed smile appeared on her beautiful face.
Fu Yue: "..."
She endured.
An Zixuan continued to wink at her.
Fu Yue: "..."
If this person is really like Chang Wenxian, she still reluctantly eats this set, after all, beauty can't live up to it.
But this An Zixuan looks really plain.
How plain is it?
...If she is a man, she can't get up.
?_?☆
After eating.
Fu Yue took a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her lips gracefully, with her curled eyelashes hanging down, and said, "Is Zixuan telling me something today?"
Was reminded by her.
An Zixuan instantly remembered his main purpose today. He just wanted to speak, looked at several attendants around him, cleared his throat, and said with a stand: "You go down first, my palace and your majesty have important business talk over."
The attendant retired according to words.
An Zixuan hurriedly took out the pile of letters from a secret compartment and presented them to Fu Yue respectfully.
Fu Yue raised her eyebrows.
Lifting up his long white fingers, pinching these letters, flipping through them, ten lines at a glance.
She flipped through quickly.
Fu Yue looked more and more surprised, until after reading it, her expression had become slightly complicated.